Living in Bournemouth for 19 out of my 20 years on this curious planet, I suppose i've learnt to disregard the place a little since moving to sunny Brighton. Not on purpose or with any real resentment, I just feel that with the exception of places like 60 Million Postcards or club nights like Big In Japan , musically there is little to offer. Which was why I was so excited (and surprised) to hear a few months ago that Sigur Rós were to play at the BIC (Bournemouth Int. Center). Don't get me wrong, Bournemouth isn't quite one of those decaying seaside cesspits of the elderly, or underage and impregnated. It's been a swell place to grow up, and over the years I've seen the likes of Blur, The Beta Band, 65 Days of Static, The Fall, Library Tapes, and even Pere Ubu grace its shores. Anyway, skipping back to the present. Stood at the front sandwiched between some sixteen year old lads, I witnessed the support act - For A Minor Reflection. Pre-informed by my adolescent crowd neighbor, I was to expect "an alright band". However after the opening track the youngsters opinion deemed irrelevant as instead my ears were greeted by some incredibly tight and atmospheric post-rock, akin to bands such as GY!BE, Mogwai and Explosions in The Sky. The four 19 year olds hail from Reykjavík (as do Sigur Ros), and rather endeared me when they explained they'd only been used to playing to 25-30 people in Iceland before the tour. The closing track, Okyrrd, erupted with strobe lights pounding into the eyes of their new found admirers. Check them out. Sigur Rós have gone from strength to strength with each album sounding bolder, louder, and at times more melodic. With that said I had no idea what they might open with, and was a little enchanted when they opened with Svefn-G-Englar. The stage was flooded in amber lights and smoke, and singer Jónsi Birgisson sang through his guitar. Everything felt still, like I was wrapped in a warm bright blanket. The lights changed but the feeling continued through into the first half of Ný Batterí until sweet sweet noise escaped - drums were pounded and Jónsi's enviable falsetto crept to a crescendo. Things then calmed right down for Fljótavík (from the latest album), before headnodding and handclaps picked up for the more upbeat Við Spilum Endalaust, and then a cheer of acknowledgment when Hoppípolla began, followed by Með Blóðnasir as it does on the album Takk, only this time 70% of the vocals were supplied beautifully by the crowd. I must also mention the visuals throughout the set. They were sublime. The use of video camera and projection to capture the intricate nature of instruments played, lit up spheres that looked like planets amongst distorted footage of children at play, twinkling stars and more. The transition from the epic Sæglópur into Festival was completed with a sprinkling of confetti, which was only a taster of what was yet to come. Another highlight for me was the slow, unfolding Hafsól. The lingering bassline evolved triumphantly into an epidemic of soaring vocals, thrashing drums and Jónsi and Goggi (bass) battering the crap out of their instruments, resulting with Jónsi's bow breaking to bits and being tossed to a lucky crowd member, center-front. Ending the set was the big single from Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust, Gobbledigook. I don't think I stopped clapping once throughout the entire song. Actually, I did. Only to capture THIS wonderful moment at the end of the song. With such a generous set, what more could one wish for in the encore? Perhaps their first English song, All Alright? Personally that would've been a bit of an anticlimax for me so I was awestruck once more when this was followed by Popplagið (track 8 on ( )) it.was.amazing. The slow, hazy projections of child-figures leaping, soft red light, and the inevitable exploding climax of noise and strobe lights. I couldn't have thought of a better song to end with, it blew me away and left me with butterflies. I think I came away with a lot more than remains of confetti in my hair.